"Geez..." Puddle exhaled, sitting back down. Bahamut's planet was in for some shit, unless Eternatus really was benevolent... and it sounded like it was Bahamut's fault to some extent. And through it all, the shade never talked about himself in all this. Rats...
"Well, regardless of what actually happened, if Etherium gets fucked it's the people's fault, not Bahamut's. That's... something good, I wanna say..." it sighed, falling on its back. "And even if you ain't gonna tell me about yourself, I'm... sorry? Whether somethin' happened to you, or Eternatus really is good and your master is trapped in a planet, neither of 'em sound like things someone should have to deal with."
"The way those people are usin' those that, uh, took Eternatus' love... sounds like the nightmare scenario that played in my head about us and Joule. Used for power, nothin' else," Puddle growled, sizzling. "An' I know I can't go to Etherium myself to stop that shit... Goddamnit..."